Made by my head
Music, Ireland. Grey, name. My name. A step ladder. This house was built in a bog. Music is the window. I fell off a step ladder.





Saturday, May 20, 2006

 

Music. Horslips.


Dance. If I had a million quid for every time I heard a song about plywood, I'd still be eating cardboard in a lift.


My name is slower than pointing and saying 'which is which is which'. Diesel. "No one says 'diesel' anymore," that's what they say. Fly me to the moon and do that thing you do with pigs, I said that.


Band: Horslips.


Horslips were formed in 1970 and they split up in 1980, but they're playing together again. The term 'Celtic rock' is often used to describe their music, but Horslips are one of the few Celtic rock bands who don't believe that their feet are angels and let their feet take on most of the song-writing duties.


Website:

www.horslips.ie


Cobras. I'm very busy and important, how can I help you, go away.




He shoots, he scores, he glues himself to a lilac tree. Let's kick him.

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